// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Her bark of a laugh had been his intention, and he peers across at her with an unbidden grin that blooms and lingers on his face, not at all hidden by the book he too peruses. “Mm, well, that would require your demise before mine.” Bouncing a brow playfully, the butcher straightens, closing the book he’s been looking through to add it to the already gone through pile as he snags the next book in the still to be read pile.
“Oh most certainly.” The butcher says of Dygra doing a better job. He absolutely adored Dygra – but it does remind him of the time Safrin had healed him, how he’d felt staticky and starfilled for days after and just how much he wanted her starshine out of him. Grateful, of course, for the healing it had temporary lingering effects he was less than fond of. “And I would rather not have the night tainted by the sensation of galaxies thrumming through my veins.” His nose wrinkles, stubbornly flipping from page to page until something catches his eye – but his tail starts twitching, too, in a mix of brief irritation and reflection.
“Oh most certainly.” The butcher says of Dygra doing a better job. He absolutely adored Dygra – but it does remind him of the time Safrin had healed him, how he’d felt staticky and starfilled for days after and just how much he wanted her starshine out of him. Grateful, of course, for the healing it had temporary lingering effects he was less than fond of. “And I would rather not have the night tainted by the sensation of galaxies thrumming through my veins.” His nose wrinkles, stubbornly flipping from page to page until something catches his eye – but his tail starts twitching, too, in a mix of brief irritation and reflection.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
